Roger Huerta walked into our college party in the dead of winter without a shirt on in Dinkytown MLPS. He was in the house for roughly 3 minutes before he hit on someone's girlfriend. The biggest dude in the party(like 6'4", 280lbs) picked a fight with him. They shoved each other in the kitchen until they ended up in a scramble, Roger ends up full mount and is throwing bombs at the kitchen tile so hard he is blowing tiles out. It was like watching the matrix. The big dudes teeth are all caved in and his buddy is taking him to the ER. Roger runs after the car which is stopped at a light and Roger punches through the passenger side window.

Everything after that is hearsay but I witnessed that with my own eyes.

About a month later, I was eating lunch at a pizza place and the table next to us gets seated with Roger and like 4 sketchy lookin Mexicans. I kept my head down and ate as fast as I could for fear that he might recognize me(looking back on it, I highly doubt he would recognize an innocent bystander.

HE H4TE ME -
Roger Huerta walked into our college party in the dead of winter without a shirt on in Dinkytown MLPS. He was in the house for roughly 3 minutes before he hit on someone's girlfriend. The biggest dude in the party(like 6'4", 280lbs) picked a fight with him. They shoved each other in the kitchen until they ended up in a scramble, Roger ends up full mount and is throwing bombs at the kitchen tile so hard he is blowing tiles out. It was like watching the matrix. The big dudes teeth are all caved in and his buddy is taking him to the ER. Roger runs after the car which is stopped at a light and Roger punches through the passenger side window.

Everything after that is hearsay but I witnessed that with my own eyes.

About a month later, I was eating lunch at a pizza place and the table next to us gets seated with Roger and like 4 sketchy lookin Mexicans. I kept my head down and ate as fast as I could for fear that he might recognize me(looking back on it, I highly doubt he would recognize an innocent bystander.

HE H4TE ME -
Roger Huerta walked into our college party in the dead of winter without a shirt on in Dinkytown MLPS. He was in the house for roughly 3 minutes before he hit on someone's girlfriend. The biggest dude in the party(like 6'4", 280lbs) picked a fight with him. They shoved each other in the kitchen until they ended up in a scramble, Roger ends up full mount and is throwing bombs at the kitchen tile so hard he is blowing tiles out. It was like watching the matrix. The big dudes teeth are all caved in and his buddy is taking him to the ER. Roger runs after the car which is stopped at a light and Roger punches through the passenger side window.

Everything after that is hearsay but I witnessed that with my own eyes.

About a month later, I was eating lunch at a pizza place and the table next to us gets seated with Roger and like 4 sketchy lookin Mexicans. I kept my head down and ate as fast as I could for fear that he might recognize me(looking back on it, I highly doubt he would recognize an innocent bystander.

That's my story. No need for a blue, just wanted to share. Cheers

holy fuck, you sure you dont want consideration?

I appreciate it. I can afford it, I just only use the app so I wouldn't give it much use. Give it to someone who will use it correctly!

HE H4TE ME -
Roger Huerta walked into our college party in the dead of winter without a shirt on in Dinkytown MLPS. He was in the house for roughly 3 minutes before he hit on someone's girlfriend. The biggest dude in the party(like 6'4", 280lbs) picked a fight with him. They shoved each other in the kitchen until they ended up in a scramble, Roger ends up full mount and is throwing bombs at the kitchen tile so hard he is blowing tiles out. It was like watching the matrix. The big dudes teeth are all caved in and his buddy is taking him to the ER. Roger runs after the car which is stopped at a light and Roger punches through the passenger side window.

Everything after that is hearsay but I witnessed that with my own eyes.

About a month later, I was eating lunch at a pizza place and the table next to us gets seated with Roger and like 4 sketchy lookin Mexicans. I kept my head down and ate as fast as I could for fear that he might recognize me(looking back on it, I highly doubt he would recognize an innocent bystander.

That's my story. No need for a blue, just wanted to share. Cheers

holy fuck, you sure you dont want consideration?

I appreciate it. I can afford it, I just only use the app so I wouldn't give it much use. Give it to someone who will use it correctly!

Get a call one night from Jay Haas saying "can you make it in to train tomorrow, Charlie Brennamin is coming in..." Of course I say yes as I don't pass up training with anyone I can, so it's me, Jay Haas, Darrell Horcher, and Charlie and me and Charlie get matched up to spar, I'm 197 at the time Charlie's like 165 and thoroughly whips my ass take down after take down, last min of the fight Charlie power doubles me an my foot hits the cage on te way down I get up finish the round and as I go cool down I notice blood, look down and my big toe is basically lacerated in half... I take gauze and tape it up and spar 3 more rounds... Charlie just looks laughs and says intense.... So yea Charlie technically double legged half my toe off

I will tell you an old school story, which actually is actually a few stories rolled into one.

In 1998, I went to UFC 16 (Shamrock vs. Zinoviev) in Louisiana with Joel Gold, who was the creator of Full Contact Fighter magazine. He was covering the fights for FCF as well as making a video magazine, and I was lucky enough to go with him when his normal guy was unable to go.

I was given an All-Access pass, and we spent a few days at the hotel with the fighters as well as being ringside for the fights - and I mean where the photographers stand, not the first set of seats.

The day before the fights, Joel was filming Vitor Belfort, who was not there to fight but there as a guest. We were in a ballroom of the hotel, and Joel is filming him stretching, etc. Vitor looked at me and said, "You train?" I had been, but for only two years at the time. He told me to run up to my room and get my shorts, and he then proceeded to destroy me over and over and over again on the carpeting of the ballroom. The guy was a BEAST!

Fast forward to right after the fights. Townsend Saunders lost, and now here I am in a taxi with the driver and Joe Rogan in the front seat, and me, Joel Gold, and Mark Coleman in the back. he was SO pissed that Saunders lost that he was stuttering, saying stuff like. "I got my f'n sneakers at the hotel and I'm gonna go f'n run around the f'n hotel and train, f this and f that!" I was honestly scared at that moment because he wanted to hit something, and since he knew Joel and Joe well, it was propbably me who would have taken the punch!

We get to the hotel and we spend time in Maurice Smith's room. He was cracking everyone up and talking about the Gracie family a lot, pronouncing their names with Rs instead of the H sound on purpose.

We ended up going to Bourbon Street and went into some of the strip clubs. I'm pretty sure that Mo's trainer was with us as well. At one point, we saw Kimo walk by on the street (he lost to TK that night) with a gorgeous girl on each arm.

Also,when Shamrock slammed Zinoviev, both Joel and I thought he was DEAD. He yelled at me to grab the video camera, which we had put under the skirt of the octagon and I filmed a few minutes until we realized he was alive.

Shamrock was locked in his room the whole time with hius gf/fiancee (not sure which, she was short, blonde, and hot). Went to McDonald's with BJM at one point and he told us that everyone at SEG/UFC hated Shamrock, that he was a primadonna, etc.

A bunch of other stuff happened that weekend, but those are the highlights. I never made it pro, but I at least had an experience that I will always remember!!!

DeLurked - I will tell you an old school story, which actually is actually a few stories rolled into one.

In 1998, I went to UFC 16 (Shamrock vs. Zinoviev) in Louisiana with Joel Gold, who was the creator of Full Contact Fighter magazine. He was covering the fights for FCF as well as making a video magazine, and I was lucky enough to go with him when his normal guy was unable to go.

I was given an All-Access pass, and we spent a few days at the hotel with the fighters as well as being ringside for the fights - and I mean where the photographers stand, not the first set of seats.

The day before the fights, Joel was filming Vitor Belfort, who was not there to fight but there as a guest. We were in a ballroom of the hotel, and Joel is filming him stretching, etc. Vitor looked at me and said, "You train?" I had been, but for only two years at the time. He told me to run up to my room and get my shorts, and he then proceeded to destroy me over and over and over again on the carpeting of the ballroom. The guy was a BEAST!

Fast forward to right after the fights. Townsend Saunders lost, and now here I am in a taxi with the driver and Joe Rogan in the front seat, and me, Joel Gold, and Mark Coleman in the back. he was SO pissed that Saunders lost that he was stuttering, saying stuff like. "I got my f'n sneakers at the hotel and I'm gonna go f'n run around the f'n hotel and train, f this and f that!" I was honestly scared at that moment because he wanted to hit something, and since he knew Joel and Joe well, it was propbably me who would have taken the punch!

We get to the hotel and we spend time in Maurice Smith's room. He was cracking everyone up and talking about the Gracie family a lot, pronouncing their names with Rs instead of the H sound on purpose.

We ended up going to Bourbon Street and went into some of the strip clubs. I'm pretty sure that Mo's trainer was with us as well. At one point, we saw Kimo walk by on the street (he lost to TK that night) with a gorgeous girl on each arm.

Also,when Shamrock slammed Zinoviev, both Joel and I thought he was DEAD. He yelled at me to grab the video camera, which we had put under the skirt of the octagon and I filmed a few minutes until we realized he was alive.

Shamrock was locked in his room the whole time with hius gf/fiancee (not sure which, she was short, blonde, and hot). Went to McDonald's with BJM at one point and he told us that everyone at SEG/UFC hated Shamrock, that he was a primadonna, etc.

A bunch of other stuff happened that weekend, but those are the highlights. I never made it pro, but I at least had an experience that I will always remember!!!

I'm at the ufc on fox.....finally, I came from Detroit drove 3 hours last night to west side of Michigan to pick my friend. I got to his house at 4 in the morning sleep on his floor for an hour and half. Woke up at 8 and we get headed to chicago around 9 which is another 3 and a half hour drive. I have my buddy drive his car so I immediately fall asleep waking up 3 and a half hours later in Chicago right by our hotel. I then realize I left the tickets in my car back at his house.......ffffffuckkkkkkkkkkkkjjjdjdhgdhsbbd!!!!!!!!!1@22!!!!!! So our only option was to go back and get them. I hop in the driver seat and head back to his house going 100 mph at least the whole way there and back. Made it back in 6 hours flat, now im sitting in this bitch chillinggg, bout to watch guidia implement another sad game plan if he don't get picked apart

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